Part 9 (1/2)

At last the old Fox thought up a way to catch the little Red Hen

Early in thewhen I co the little Red Hen for supper” Then he took a big bag and slung it over his shoulder, and walked till he came to the little Red Hen's house The little Red Hen was just co wood So the old Fox hid behind the wood-pile, and as soon as she bent down to get a stick, into the house he slipped, and scurried behind the door

In a minute the little Red Hen calad I'm safely in,” she said Just as she said it, she turned round, and there stood the ugly old Fox, with his big bag over his shoulder Whiff! how scared the little Red Hen was! She dropped her apronful of sticks, and flew up to the big bea There she perched, and she said to the old Fox, down below, ”You et h!” said the Fox And what do you think he did? He stood on the floor underneath the little Red Hen and twirled round in a circle after his own tail And as he spun, and spun, and spun, faster, and faster, and faster, the poor little Red Hen got so dizzy watching him that she couldn't hold on to the perch She dropped off, and the old Fox picked her up and put her in his bag, slung the bag over his shoulder, and started for ho way to go, up hill, and the little Red Hen was still so dizzy that she didn't knohere she was But when the dizziness began to go off, she whisked her little scissors out of her apron pocket, and snip! she cut a little hole in the bag; then she poked her head out and sahere she was, and as soon as they caer and ju there, and the little Red Hen picked it up and put it in the bag as quick as a wink Then she ran as fast as she could till she came to her own little far key

The old Fox went on carrying the stone and never knew the difference

My, but it buot ho to have that he did not mind that at all As soon as his ?”

”Yes,” said his ot the little Red Hen?”

”I have,” said the old Fox ”When I open the bag you hold the cover off the kettle and I'll shake the bag so that the Hen will fall in, and then you pop the cover on, before she can juht,” said hiskettle, ready to put the cover on

The Fox lifted the big, heavy bag up till it was over the open kettle, and gave it a shake Splash!+ thu water, all over the old Fox and the old Fox's mother!

And they were scalded to death

But the little Red Hen lived happily ever after, in her own little farmhouse

THE STORY OF THE LITTLE RID HIN[1]

[1] Fros of the Bodley Fahton, Mifflin & Co)

There was once't upon a tiood ould country Where yees ha' nivir bin

Nice and quiet shure she was, And nivir did any harrum; She lived alane all be herself, And worked upon her farrureat din o' rocks, A crafty, shly, and wicked Ould folly iv a Fox

This rashkill iv a Fox, He tuk it in his head He'd have the little Rid Hin: So, whin he wint to bed,

He laid awake and thaught What a foine thing 'twad be To fetch her home and bile her up For his ould rew so thin That there was nothin' left of him But jist his bones and shkin

But the small Rid Hin ise, She always locked her door, And in her pocket pit the key, To keep the Fox out shure

But at last there ca And to his in the tiht, For shure I'll bring her ho upon his back, An' up the hill and through the woods Saftly heas shtill's aould house

An' out she coht, To pick up shticks to orra, now, I'll have yees Widout much throuble more;”